Love in the Midst of Mistaken Identities

“I’m sorry,” she absentmindedly apologized and forcibly wiped her tears away until her face turned red.

She dared not move him, dared not even touch him.

Her fingers tightened into a fist and loosened. Finally, she put her small hand on his face.

“I have no regrets marrying you. No matter how cruel you treat me,” she said with her hand on his face. She realized she was tearing up again. She quickly turned her face away while something rolled from her eyes.

“I don’t—seriously no regrets.” She shook her head. “But did you know?” There was an undeniable sadness in her voice. “I have no regrets, but I’m afraid that one day I will stop loving you, and you will no longer be in here.” She rested her hand over her chest. “I already have forgotten how it felt like when I first started loving you.”

She sniffed. She sobbed for a while before removing her hand and retreating into her corner. This was her whole word—her lonely world.

She was not aware that Chu Lui had opened his eyes. He was deep in his thoughts, and his lips curled up.

He suddenly placed a hand over his face. No one should know what had gone through his mind as he squinted. Even the darkness could not hide his brute aggressiveness. He rubbed hard on his face again, as if trying to wipe the invisible germs away.

Rays of light landed on the man’s face in the dark. In the partial darkness, a thought flashed in his eyes.

…

Xia Ruoxin held a rag in her hand and stood at the window with half her body hanging off. She looked out from the second story of the villa. It was not that high, but from where she was, she could feel waves of dizziness in her head. She quickly held onto the window and moved her body out of the way.

She abruptly stopped what she was doing and looked down once more. Now, her bright eyes were slightly misty. Would one die from a fall of such a height? Would it be liberating?

The Xia Rouxin at that moment was serious about trying. If she died, would anyone cry for her? Or…

A sneer?

“What are you doing?” a man roared all of a sudden. Xia Rouxin hastily grabbed the window. She almost allowed herself to fall over, but then something powerful grabbed her—so powerful that it almost crushed her bones.

“What were you doing? Thinking of dying?” Chu Lui said in fury. His eyes looked angry. Was it from worrying? Or what?

“You saw me. I was wiping the window,” Xia Ruoxin replied plainly as she looked up. He looked angry enough to swallow her whole. However, she did not believe he was worried about her.

“Which bloody idiot asked you to do this?” The man had lost his poise. He was enraged as if he wanted to eat her up.

“Have you forgotten that it was you?” She watched him lay his hands on her shoulders. Her voice mocked him, and the tone was laced with sarcasm.

His fingers relaxed. While Luo Sha stood aside and cowered. In fact, she really wished Xia Ruoxin fell.